If adults were allowed to cuddle in the workplace, nobody would smoke.
I've been walking around all day full of tension and dissatisfaction. I had a salad for lunch which quieted things for a couple minutes, but not permanently. The impulse is to get into bed, or to go have a smoke. But there are no beds at work and I quit smoking. So the only recourse left to me is to go get some junk food from next door—which I've restrained thus far.
The workplace can actually be a great place for practice. In this sense it's just like a monastery—the things that I want to go to in order to satisfy my anxiety and discomfort aren't available. So all I can do is be as aware as possible of the impulses.